<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:20:27.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;  REBIRTH &amp;*</title><subtitle type='html'>(:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110431709569418163</id><published>2004-12-29T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T18:44:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World.(actually the traumatised,devasted really wet world,hell.)Im back from Msia, which was just awesome possum becuase we saw a really big tsunami and ran and ran like REALLY fast till we ran into the Port Dickson Zoo and had to bunk in with the elephants. my aunt got the panda bear actually and my other aunt got the amphibian enclosure actually, it was pretty sad. :(who am i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110431709569418163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110431709569418163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110431709569418163' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110353756617631602</id><published>2004-12-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T18:32:55.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>off lynnyinstructions: write 10 statements intended to different people. never tell which one is who.01. i love the way you make people laugh with your rubbish, even though it's just downright lame and really anal, i know i'll just slap my forehead and roll my eyes. but that's you! and i love you for you. i know it's sad that youre leaving, but we're still in the same school and hell, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110353756617631602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110353756617631602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110353756617631602' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110317896897107553</id><published>2004-12-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T14:39:28.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We're Closed."I HATE BLOGGER. IT'S BEING A MEGA MIGHTY MEAN BITCH.i need a more dramatic smiley, dammit.It's boring here anyway, I have nothing to do except to  clean the house everyday *sulks* and head to library. Come to think of it, I dont even have enough cash for today.  Pretty bored of going to library already. MMMMF. Another one more week till The Mam comes back home! *beam* AH. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110317896897107553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110317896897107553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110317896897107553' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110296094065007405</id><published>2004-12-14T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T14:28:36.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for you, and you only.The Mam has flown off. :( Domestic airports are pretty kewl. Haha, they're so! tiny. i swear. JB has the weirdest fastfood joints. like Dominoes (dude, that is SO 1998), Marrybrown (UH,YA OK.) A&amp;W (OMG!) and Dunkin Donuts. I swear I haven't seen one of those in like.. eons. Dunkin donuts? it makes wanna put on a nice polka dot dress and go smear cream all over my face. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110296094065007405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110296094065007405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110296094065007405' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110261140554372265</id><published>2004-12-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:56:45.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Ughh.. I feel so ugly, worthless, and stupid. Maybe because I am? Shit I don't know.."-off some random blog i was browsing.that is being pathetic at it's peek, ultimate. i mean,writing that kind of shit just to seek sympathy? (even if it's not the intention,you know it does) dude, that's just low man. and im not just saying this certain blogger, but they're many many, even me, i dont know. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110261140554372265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110261140554372265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110261140554372265' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110243614689838200</id><published>2004-12-08T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:32:46.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first things first.happy birthday cheryl!HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU!! you sleepy head. anyway, everything's in the msg already okeh. read it and its counted! (for the bet) 15 is as good as it gets honey,so embrace it!! love you to bits,scraps, molecules if even possible. and HALO, i miss you okay.i really think of my threeb posse! and also of you and your two bucks!. heh.x) ENJOY DARLING! i love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110243614689838200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110243614689838200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110243614689838200' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110233498835813756</id><published>2004-12-06T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T20:13:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you've lost your magic.:( the cats are having tna wrestling up there, and it really annoying. the glass roof thingy is going to give way if they dont stop pouncing and prowling. anyway, back my dream updates, i only dream about camp nowadays! it's hard to get over. anyway, i dreamt there was obs part2 and it was really weird, i hardly think it was pulau ubin and there was the entire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110233498835813756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110233498835813756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110233498835813756' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110209420637984484</id><published>2004-12-04T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T14:49:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smile like you mean it.i spent the good half of my day in the library. :))))))))))AWWWWEEESSSOMMEEE.it's 1, and i really dont know what to do with my life right now. woah, im one lost shitass of a girl.haha, im gonna become the next liz murray. believe it you shitheads, IM GOING TO HARVARD.no offence,homeless to harvard was a GAHREAT movie, but im just pretty drunk.angela's ashes was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110209420637984484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110209420637984484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110209420637984484' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110197049668647182</id><published>2004-12-02T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T14:54:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everybody wants to a somebody. everybody's trying to be a somebody.everybody wants to be  that somebodysomebody's overrated.doesnt anyone want to be a nobody?  --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110197049668647182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110197049668647182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110197049668647182' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110188410734003478</id><published>2004-12-01T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:55:07.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but if you leave, dont look back, i'll be running the other way. and i wont let go at any price.my eyes are fucking swollen. i never EVAH want to small eyes. --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110188410734003478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110188410734003478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110188410734003478' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110147588789053061</id><published>2004-11-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:36:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these days are useless!i try to say good-bye and i choke,i try to walk away and i stumble, though i try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near.now, didnt yall miss macy gray! ive abadoned TBS, brandnew,unwritten,rooney etc for less noisier shit. i still like Mr.Bonjangles! anyway,im all dressed up, for i dont know what. was supposed to go out but my lazy mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110147588789053061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110147588789053061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110147588789053061' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110145378654895161</id><published>2004-11-26T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T15:27:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bold the things that are trueripped of jo.01. I know all the words to 'I'm a barbie girl.'02. I'm obsessed with high heels03. I'm the youngest child.04. I am a shopoholic.05. I love hoop earrings.06. I am a virgo.07. I love beer08. I can't live without lip gloss.09. I can't live without music.10. I lived in Purgatory for 3 months.11. I spend money I don't have.12. I'll be in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110145378654895161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110145378654895161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110145378654895161' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110139821890480887</id><published>2004-11-25T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T15:07:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>balancing the whole thing.oh, so i get it. i tag people and they'll enetate back.oh i see i see.haha, &lt;33 lynn and alina. the rest of yall, HURRY GO DIG A HOLE AND DIE. anyway, my ortho was mighty mean! stupid bitch (im sorry, i love her and all but still) so fine, i was late (only by a mere 30 mins) and she made me apologize to that weird guy lo!totally unfair, her other patients have made me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110139821890480887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110139821890480887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139821890480887' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110130196220144241</id><published>2004-11-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:12:42.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are you waiting quietly clock my cards.ADDICTION! evil. i almost bought a nightmare journal please.passing taka right by like it held nothing precious was painful. i wouldve leaped and ran across the road and jumped to (insert no. of floor) and bought my lovely black sweet soft supple journal. shitezz 65. :( praying hard there's CSI miami. mmf mmf. Kylie kronicles are annoying. MTV's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110130196220144241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110130196220144241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110130196220144241' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912600.post-110119826168599243</id><published>2004-11-23T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T17:14:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo and Behold!A comeback, what do you know. :)Only for awhile. OBS got me started. Hawhawhaw.OBS OBS OBS.. I dont even know where to start. A week later I'm going to look at this and laugh and even feel embarassed, but for now, I know I have to do this. because I'll need it.. It feels so bad and wrong to be away from that place. I just feel like going back, doing everything again and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110119826168599243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912600/posts/default/110119826168599243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpernickle-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110119826168599243' title=''/><author><name>dysfunkt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
